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  • Текст песни Juicy J - Name It After Me



    [Verse 1: Juicy J]
    Now I'm gonna tell you bout this flippin
    When I ride down the strippin
    Bentley rolls on these hoes
    Couple months a nigga be flippin
    And you always see me glistenin
    Window down bumpin system
    Some of these cowards out here hatin
    Keep on hatin cause I aint finished
    Just a nigga from the hood
    Tryin to keep it to the good
    Wit dem gangs run the street
    And they push dem Cadillac woods
    And dem fellas on parole
    Tryin to keep them pockets swole
    But we gotta trust dem gods
    Neither one can save our soul
    From these crooked ass cops
    That'd be rollin down our block mane
    Tryin to flip dis change
    But they fuckin up my stock mane
    Baby need sum shoes
    And my broad need some weed
    But I cant work no job
    So I'm out hurr smokin weed
    And I gotta keep on hustlin
    Cause a nigga gotta eat
    You can find me at the candy ladies
    Slangin packs of P
    Minimum wage five fifty
    And they wonder why we deal
    Why niggas always stressin
    Drinkin liquor
    poppin pills

    [Chorus: Frayser Boy] + (Juicy J)
    The game aint the same, we done changed the game
    Stay the fuck away from us, we dont fuck wit you ladies
    The game aint the same, we done changed the game
    Stay the fuck away from us, we dont fuck wit you ladies
    (So I hit the dope, grab the glock, and the chrome, and the rocks)
    (On yo block, in your fuckin face, hit this all off)
    (So I hit the dope, grab the glock, and the chrome, and the rocks)
    (On yo block, in your fuckin face, hit this all off)

    [Verse 2: Frayser Boy]
    Nigga I dont fuck witch you
    Nigga u dont fuck with me
    Dogg you talk behind my back
    Just because the shit you see
    Man you got yo bitch ways
    Glocks up in ya just like a hoe
    When you mention pimpin
    Best believe it
    My niggas let me know
    All up in my niggas face
    Got my name up in yo mouth
    Dont make a nigga like me
    Knock yo fuckin grill out
    So you best chill out
    Keep everythang on the straight
    Dont be smilin in my face
    And when I leave dogg you hate
    When I see you man we sweet
    Just before the shit go
    Nigga I aint fuck yo bitch
    So what the fuck you hatin fo
    Ol shaky ass nigga
    I aint bust a fuckin grape
    Wanna throw sum fuckin bows
    Nigga I'll participate
    Leave the brakes off yo ass
    Nigga you dont think I will
    If you wanna keep some peace between us you better chill
    Just because I dont talk shit
    Doesnt mean I wont bust heads
    So dont let nobody else
    Tell me bout some shit you said hoe

    [Chorus]